COACH MCCARTHY: Here's one. What’s his cap number for 2007, eh?
GM THOMPSON: Ninepence.
DEAD PERSON: I'm not dead!
GM THOMPSON: What?
COACH MCCARTHY: Nothing. Let’s cut him while we’re all here.
DEAD PERSON: I'm not dead yet!
GM THOMPSON: There. He says he's not dead!
COACH MCCARTHY: Yes, he is.
DEAD PERSON: I'm not!
GM THOMPSON: He isn't?
COACH MCCARTHY: Well, he will be soon. He's very old.
DEAD PERSON: I threw for 3885 yards last year!
COACH MCCARTHY: No, you didn’t. You'll be stone dead in a moment.
GM THOMPSON: Oh, I can't take him like that. There’d be an uproar. And it's against regulations.
DEAD PERSON: I don't want leave my pedestal of pristine glory!
COACH MCCARTHY: Oh, don't be such a baby.
GM THOMPSON: I can't take him.
DEAD PERSON: I feel fine! Pass the vicodin, please!
COACH MCCARTHY: Well, do us a favor.
GM THOMPSON: I can't.
COACH MCCARTHY: Well, can you hang around a couple of weeks? Won't be long.
GM THOMPSON: No, I've got to go the Robinsosns’.
COACH MCCARTHY: Well, when's your next round?
GM THOMPSON: Preseason.
DEAD PERSON: I think I'll go for a walk.
COACH MCCARTHY: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look, isn't there something you can do?
DEAD PERSON: [singing] I feel happy. So happy. [he gets hit in the head]
COACH MCCARTHY: Ah, thanks very much.
GM THOMPSON: Not at all. See you in preseason.
COACH MCCARTHY: Right.
Original scene written by Graham Chapman, John Cleese, Eric Idle, Terry Gilliam, Terry Jones, and Michael Palin